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Updated: May 19, 2025
Nabendu had an inward fear as to the mischief this letter might do, but at the same time he felt elated at the excellence of its composition, which he fondly imagined to be his own.
Purnendu Sekhar, the father of Nabendu, was a man well known amongst the English officials of the Government. In the voyage of life he had arrived at the desert shores of Rai Bahadurship by diligently plying his oats of salaams.
So Purnendu's salaam-force, constant handmaid of the fickle Goddess of Fortune, descended from the shoulder of the father to that of his worthy son; and the youthful head of Nabendu Sekhar began to move up and down, at the doors of high-placed Englishmen, like a pumpkin swayed by the wind. The traditions of the family into which he had married were entirely different.
Very well, you shall see," said Nabendu desperately, and forthwith sat down to write his contradiction. When he had finished, Labanya and Nilratan read it through, and said: "It isn't strong enough. We must give it them pretty hot, mustn't we?" And they kindly undertook to revise the composition.
Coolness wasn't the special feature of his trade before." Nabendu in trying to reconcile the story of his purchase with his visit to the Magistrate, uttered some incoherent words, which nobody could make sense of. Nilratan spoke to the peons: "There has been no occasion for bakshish; you shan't have it."
Fingering his watch-chain nervously, Nabendu said is shaky tones: "Yesterday you were good enough to call at my place, sir " The Sahib knitted his brows, and, lifting just one eye from his paper, said: "I called at your place! Babu, what nonsense are you talking?" "Beg your pardon, sir," faltered out Nabendu.
So saying, he snatched the subscription list from Nilratan's hand, and signed away a thousand rupees. Secretly he hoped that the papers would not publish the news. Labanya struck her forehead with her palm and gasped out: "What have you done?" "Nothing wrong," said Nabendu boastfully.
Nabendu blurted out: "Do you suppose I pass sleepless nights through fear of that?" "We won't publish your name in the papers," said Nilratan reassuringly. Labanya, looking grave and anxious, said: "Still, it wouldn't be safe. Things spread so, from mouth to mouth " Nabendu replied with vehemence: "My name wouldn't suffer by appearing in the newspapers."
So he explained to Labanya that he had been out purchasing rose-water. No sooner had he uttered the words than half-a-dozen chuprassis wearing the Collectorate badge made their appearance, and after salaaming Nabendu, stood there grinning. "Have they come to arrest you because you subscribed to the Congress fund?" whispered Labanya with a smile.
"There has been a mistake some confusion," and wet with perspiration, he tumbled out of the room somehow. And that night, as he lay tossing on his bed, a distant dream-like voice came into his ear with a recurring persistency: "Babu, you are a howling idiot." On his way home, Nabendu came to the conclusion that the Magistrate denied having called, simply because he was highly offended.
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